It becomes very apparent after spending even a little time with Anya that she likes acting and pretending to be someone (or something) she isn't. SHe's always liked pretending she's some animal or another and that game is still quite popular. So yesterday, she and Baz are playing together (yayyyyy!!!!!) and I hear silence, then giggles. Again, silence followed by giggles. OK- I'll bite- what are they doing? Turns out Anya is playing kitty and is covering Baz's face with sloppy kitty kisses. Yuck! But you know what....they're both happy, so I let it go on. Except for Anya's slobber all over his face, it really is a cute game. I'm sure they'll love reading about this in years to come and get grossed out, but whatever.
As requested, we took the kids to the "indoor park" this afternoon. After being cooped up all day,they needed a little running around and it started out great. Of course they split in different directions (Baz has now started that little squeal of glee that Anya used to do when we put him down and he realizes what's ahead of him), so George followed him and I got Anya. I definitely got the better end of that deal. Baz is adorable and sweet, but he's 18 months old so all he wants to do is run run run. Anya is now old enough to navigate the entire place- get to the high places and ride the big slides. She also has the common sense (and instruction) to move out of the way as the sweaty, crazed 10 year olds tore through the place, taking out any smaller kids in their way. I really get upset when we go on busy Sat or Sun afternoons when there are so many bigger kids taking over the place and ruining it for the smaller kids. There are plenty of places for those kids to play and really they just have to be told to calm down a notch.
Our trip ended abruptly when Anya decided she HAD to have a soft pretzel before we left. George and I both said no since we planned on going out to dinner. When she asked nicely, George agreed to get one wrapped up for later, but when he wouldn't carry her to the counter, she started again. By the time I got Baz with me and met up with George, she was in the midst of an all-out spinner. Yep, we were THOSE parents carrying our screaming, thrashing kid out the door. She got so worked up that it took both of us a looooong time to calm her down enough to get into the van. We had to threaten starting to drive just to coerce her into her seat. (Lou and Lou's saftely patrol prevailed- she freaked out when the van started moving and she wasn't in her seat!). We stopped and got pizza instead and had an uneventful bedtime, thankfully. She promised to sleep in tomorrow- 7 or later.....here's hoping!!!!
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